BDB: Thanks for sitting down with me today. Tell us a little about yourself.

You humans always have so many questions, but my mate told me to be nice. There is not much to tell. I am Storm. You wouldn’t be able to pronounce my Vespian name. I am head of Vespian security, the ambassador to Earth and I am mated to Heather Drexel. She was part of your earth’s security.

BDB: I understand you have some kind of special power. Can you tell us about it?
How do you know about that? I will thrash the person who told you.
BDB: We have the clearance and will keep your secret. Tell us about it.

Sigh…We Vespians do not talk of such things with others, but I know my mate will be displeased with me if I refuse…I have the ability to shift. Although I can shift into any form I shift to wolf all the time. It is the easiest form for me.

BDB: When did you discover you were able to shift?

When my mate was kidnapped by Ialog, an ancient who created her. He held her at a compound on Earth and my wolf form allowed me to get close to Heather without being detected.

BDB: Did you have special education or training to hone your power?

No. Each Vespian who has the mix of blood that I have has different abilities. There is no one to prepare you for it or train you unless they happen to have the same power, which is unlikely. I have been lucky enough to meet someone with the same powers and she has helped me master it, but in the beginning I was alone.

BDB: Do you consider your power a gift or a curse? Why?

It is a gift. Not every Vespian has an ability like this, only those with at least thirty percent ancient blood in them and this ability allowed me to save my mate on more than one occasion. She has a tendency to get into trouble.

BDB: Does having this power complicate your life?

No. In the beginning it might have. Not being able to control the shift kept leaving me naked when I returned to humanoid form. I kept losing my clothes in the shift. But now I can control it and only use it when I need to.

BDB: If you could swap your power for another one, what would it be?

I quite like my power. I have a keener sense of smell, which allows me to pick up all the different levels of my mate’s arousal. That is quite beautiful and arousing for me.

BDB: What does your mate think of your abilities?

Heather has a few of her own so my abilities don’t bother her at all. In fact our intimacy is enhanced right after I shift which she enjoys very much. Of course so do I. Now, are we done? All this talk of my mate has me thinking of the way I like to spend my time with her.

Excerpt:

It didn’t take them long to get to Bert’s compound. Once the elders had a chance to question Bert they gave him permission to stay on some land in a remote area of Vespia so he could do his research on what happened to the rest of the ancients. They felt it was better not alerting the entire race that they had a living, breathing ancient among them. If the planet was aware of his presence they would never leave Bert alone.

Heather and Storm walked into his main computer room and found him working on assembling a large piece of equipment. He had parts floating in the air as he used a three dimensional image to move them around until they were ready to be put into place. There were small clamps on the pieces floating that allowed them to defy gravity.

“You have been busy.” Storm looked around at all the different components Bert now had up and running, not sure if he was happy with the elders’ decision. The only other ancient they had been involved with had a fixation on his mate and he feared the same thing would happen again over time, but Heather trusted the man so he kept his opinions to himself.

So far Bert had been the exact opposite of Ialog, but how long would that last? Would he develop that strange overpowering desire to have Heather that Ialog had? She was part of his visions. He had told them she was important to the future of their races. Would he try to take matters into his own hands like Ialog did? Storm knew he had to be leery or they could be caught unawares.

“A lot of the equipment I need for my search was already in my ship so it was easy to transfer it. Others I brought from my other compound, plus I have been working on a few more to make sure I have everything I need to begin my search.” He looked at Storm. “I know you have no reason to trust me. Ialog did ruin that, but I promise I have no ulterior motive. I just want to find my people. It is hard knowing I am alone.”

Did the man just read his mind?

Heather touched Storm’s arm. He could see that she understood. She had lived with being unique all her life. He placed his hand on top of hers. He trusted her. If she felt Bert was safe then he would too. For now.

The simple gesture had him wanting her again. She started smiling at him so he knew his eyes had started glowing once more. Good thing they had the ship with their favorite chair in it. He just might get a scream from her on their way back.

Storm walked around, looking at the different pieces of equipment. All types of machines covered the walls along with several large screens. “Fridon would love this place.”

“Then bring him next time.” Bert grinned as he worked on connecting a board to one of the screens. “I enjoy his sharp mind.”

Writing for Barbara Donlon Bradley started innocently enough, like most she kept diaries, journals, and wrote an occasional letter but she also had a vivid imagination and wrote scenes and short stories adding characters to her favorite shows and comic books. As time went on she found the passion for writing to be a strong drive for her. Humor is also very strong in her life. No matter how hard she tries to write something deep and dark, it will never happen. That humor bleeds into her writing. Since she can’t beat it she has learned to use it to her advantage. Now she lives in Tidewater Virginia with two cats, one mother in law – whose 87 now, her husband and son.

Barbara Donlon Bradley’s writing started innocently enough, she kept diaries, journals, and wrote an occasional letter but her vivid imagination had her writing scenes and short stories, adding characters to her favorite shows and comic books. As time went on the passion for writing became too strong to ignore. Humor dominates her life. Write something deep and dark, will never happen. That humor bleeds into her writing. Since she can’t beat it she’s learned to use it to her advantage. Now she lives in Tidewater Virginia with two cats, one mother in law – whose 87 now, her husband and son.

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